Bobby Singer

It was amazing. Two men that could move like shadows in the field could still clatter around his house like a herd of damned elephants. Bobby tamped down on a fond smile as he kept stocking the fridge with beer. He'd sent the boys on a snack run over an hour ago, which meant they either ran into trouble or were still bickering like an old married couple over which action star was better.

He was betting on the latter.

".. Dean.. that's complete crap. He could totally kick his ass." Sam is still rummaging in the bags. "Cheddar popcorn? Dude. That's gross."